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Bruce Wayne
[Intro]
It's bigger than what you thought it was
Can you picture me rollin'?
Haha
(That boy Cass')
[Verse 1]
I bet they know the name and the game (Game)
What's a 28? We roll out the whole thing (Thing)
Order up a hundred ice trays for the gang (Gang)
Bruce Wayne, Batmobile, one-of-one from Spain (One-of)
Order up a hundred ice chains for the gang (Icy)
Courtside, we sit front row at ball games ('Bron James)
That Wraith a wide-body so I hog up all lanes (Skrrt)
Niggas, they want clout, that's a shame, they want fame (Sad)
Before the 'Bad and Boujee,' been on flame
They say they love those songs, don't know the group name (How?)
I was thinkin' of goin' and buyin' my bitch a Birkin (What happened?)
Got me second guessin' now, but it might be worth it (I don't know)
This shit ain't worth it, she do this shit on purpose (I don't know)
I was nervous, remember when she curved me (Curved)
Remember that first time I stepped on the stage, I was nervous (Nerve)
Had butterflies in my stomach (Blrrt)
I wanted to vomit (Blah)
I was nervous
[Interlude]
Nah, for real, keep it a hundred
That's how I feel
[Verse 2]
I ball, James Worthy (Ball, ball, ball)
Told her she can have it all, gotta make sure that she worthy (Worthy)
Bitches and chickens all in my livin' room (Brrt)
Two twins kissin', do what I tell 'em do (Two twins)
Hollywood bitch in the kitchen cookin' chicken soup (Whip it)
They ain't Asian, but eat rice more than Asia do (Molly)
I ain't gon' tell 'em how much to take, gon' do what they gon' do
Tryna talk my head off, but bae, this ain't no interview
When I pour up, I don't wanna speak or conversate with you
I know I told you lies before, but right now, I'ma tell the truth
[Bridge]
The lion in the jungle, but I still remain humble
Get the sack, might tumble it, but I ain't gon' fumble
You gotta know me to understand me
[Verse 3]
I just took a trip to Kansas (Kansas)
Pour a four, pop a Xanny (Xanny)
She a thottie, but a baddy (Baddy)
They will never understand me ('Stand me)
Niggas, we high demandin' (Know that)
Nigga, we high demandin' (Know that)
The gang, we high demandin' (Price)
They will never understand it (No)
[Outro]
I remember the backend wasn't big enough
Now we seein' more blue than Bonnie
There is, there's a world out there. Start the cameras. Wow, that's very, very reassuring what we're seeing here. Couldn't have done it better myself. So more than 24 miles up, successful after all this training, all this work, all this time. There is the capsule, the data and the picture there, their (Stratos Capsule's altitude is at) families celebrating. (104 thousand feet.) And our guardian angel will take care of it
PGP
[Couplet unique]
Izi
PGP branché, la ne-zo est quadrillée
C'est un peu plus cher au zoo mais c'est d'la qualité
Le flic tueur d'Adama Traoré s'ra acquitté
Maes m'a dit : 'Kopp, la madrina veut s'marier'
Toujours prêt à niquer des mères, j'tenais à l'souligner
Les gamos, les mansions, les grosses tchoins, tout y est
J't'l'ai mise dans l'cul sur un son de Kaaris, je n'peux plus t'oublier
Pour avoir un gros billet, j'me mets dans bourbier
Tu parles chinois d'puis la maternité
C'est bien d'avoir les grenades mais sais-tu dégoupiller ?
J'veux les funérailles de MLK, pas d'Johnny Hallyday
Nique ta mère par le cul, les rates-pi n't'ont pas validé
PGP branché, 9 milli pour t'saccager
Pose tes fesses sur mon son, j's'rai obligé d'te partager
J'ai signé avec Dieu mais Iblis veut me manager
Je vais te faire les contours mais j'vais t'les faire à la craie
Si tu parles mal d'la bouche, la violence va escalader
Say hello to my little friend, bataradé
J'suis sorti calibré, j'écoute 'Train d'vie' d'Koba LaD
J'suis Captain Africa, vert-jaune-rouge sur l'bouclier
Sa mère ne m'aime pas, elle dit qu'j'dis trop d'obscénités
J'viens d'acheter deux sons-mai avec l'argent d'Ipséité
Va me faire à manger, parle pas d'mes infidélités
Si t'es son ennemi, t’es le mien, y'a pas d'ambiguïté
PGP branché, jnoun de gauche sous l'canapé
J'ai commandé le dernier AMG blanc nacré
Comme tous les mecs d'la B.A.C., j'pas fait la F.A.C
Elle veut qu'j’lui mette la B.A.G., je trouve ça déplacé
Ça fait longtemps qu'tu cherches, la sentence va pas tarder
Say hello to my little friend, bataradé
J'vais venir avec haine, repartir avec M
Ramène pas ta brésilienne ou j'repars avec elle
PGP branché, j'roule des joints dans l'escalier
Dark-Eyed Sailor
As I went a-walking one evening fair
It being the summer to take the air
I spied a maiden and a sailor bold
And I stood to listen
And I stood to listen to hear what they might say
He said 'Fair maid, why do you roam
By yonder lea and all alone?'
She heaved a sigh, and the tears did roll
'For my dark-eyed sailor
For my dark-eyed sailor, he plows the stormy sea
'Tis seven long years since he left this land
A ring he took off from his lily-white hand
One half of the ring is still here with me
But the other is rolling
But the other is rolling at the bottom of the sea'
He said 'Fair maid, you must dry your eyes
Some other young man you will surely fnd
For love turns aside and soon grows cold
Like a winter's morning
Like a winter's morning, when the fields are clad in snow'
She said 'I'll never forsake my dear
Although we've been parted this many a year
Gentle was he, not a rake like you
Who'd induce a maiden
Who'd induce a maiden to slight the jacket blue'
One half of the ring did young William show
She ran distracted in grief and woe
Saying 'William, oh William, I have gold in store
For my dark-eyed sailor
For my dark-eyed sailor, he has come home again'
Happyland
There’s a hole in the soul of Happyland
We stay high in our castles made of sand
There’s a church where we go to numb the pain
We messed up and I know you feel the same
And it goes on and I don’t understand
How we became a one man band
Oh lord I guess we all fucked up
Welcome to Happy, Happy, Happy
Happyland…
There’s a scar in the heart of Happyland
In the shadows of where we used to stand
So we sleep and we dream but our dreams don’t mean a thing
We could run but we are puppets on a string
And it goes on I guess we all fucked up
Welcome to Happy, Happy, Happy
Happyland…
Now we all wanna be happy
No matter what now don’t we